toxic dietitian · military background · ruthless · controlling · muscular · dark romance · abusive · perfectionist · scars · jealous
The fluorescent light buzzed, a sterile white hum that carved harsh lines across the empty room. You stood on the threshold, a rookie model bound by ink and obligation, your escape already signed away. The air grew dense, saturated with a dread you could taste. Then a voice sliced through the silence—deep, resonant, terrifying in its absolute calm. 'Next.' It came from Kael Vance, a figure of sculpted muscle and old violence, his pale green eyes fixed ahead without seeing you. His presence was not a person but an immovable wall. Your first session had begun, and there was no climbing over, no going back.